1. I’m writing these posts all willy-nilly in terms of chronology and geography, so don’t let that trouble you.
2. I’ll take any chance I can to wedge the word “willy-nilly” into a sentence.
3. I think that lists sound more complete in threes.

While there is a lot I could write about Nambour, I’ll let the “What’s On” board at the local pub speak for itself.

And that’s Nambour. Now, on to Redcliffe!

We’re actually staying in Scarborough, so I don’t have much experience with Redcliffe. (Sorry, Redcliffe. I do know that you are the adopted home of the Bee Gees, though, and that’s something.) Pretty much everything on Scarborough’s main strip is closed on Sunday, so I can’t say what that town is like either, other than it’s remarkably uneventful. Luckily for Scarborough, though, it has a lovely little beach.

Which gets even lovelier, if you stop and look at it close up.

And if you get really close, you may see that even rocks can express emotions.

Hey, little buddy. Why are you so sad? What’s going on? Why the tiny tear? Have you seen something that upset you? Surely, this is an idyllic little seaside town, with the beach right here and a beautiful park up on the hill. Certainly there wouldn’t be anything disturbing in your immediate area. There wouldn’t be any strange, unexpected plant-like growths that would be weird, or unidentifiable to the North American eye, or unmistakably penis-shaped. There’s nothing to be sad about, little guy. Turn that frown upsi–